EdwardDewey98
Professional Argentine
After talking with everyone, Jakob decided to get some rest before heading back inside. He knew that they'd likely be stuck there waiting for the next few days for replies from both Father Bartley and Father Weston (then likely heading for Tresomin), so he wanted to be in the best condition he could be. After taking off his uniform, he put his revolver in the night stand next to his bed and went to sleep. Hoping that during it, Erwin wouldn't stab Aleister in the heart with a chair leg or something.
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Jakob was picking turnips on a small plot of farm in southern Atraca, digging through the dirt to pull a rather difficult one out to put in a basket. His wife Cecil stood nearby, hanging wet clothing onto a drying rack, while little Lucy was playing with her teddy bear. Jakob looked to his wife for a moment, smiling. "That girl seems to love that teddy bear more than her daddy." "Oh don't be silly. She adores you." replied Cecil. Jakob chuckled. "Heh, I hope so! I can tell she's gonna be an amazing little lady in the future."
"Sarge?"
Jakob stopped for a second. A figure was standing before him now. "Sarge?" He slowly raised his head up to see a young Atracan soldier with a bullet hole in his chest. "Sarge...why did you do it?" Jakob's face went pale, as he slowly crawled backwards. He stood, but before he could turn and run, more young men in uniform appeared behind him. "Why did you do it, Sarge?" Jakob, trembling in fear, pulled his revolver and aimed it at the beings around him. But their haunting voices penetrated deep into his mind. "...we just wanted to go home."
"G-GUH..." Jakob suddenly woke up in his room at the lodge. His breathing heavy. He simply rolled out of bed, putting his uniform back on and heading back downstairs to the bar. Once there, he popped open another beer bottle. Maybe it'd help him forget what he just saw.
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Jakob was picking turnips on a small plot of farm in southern Atraca, digging through the dirt to pull a rather difficult one out to put in a basket. His wife Cecil stood nearby, hanging wet clothing onto a drying rack, while little Lucy was playing with her teddy bear. Jakob looked to his wife for a moment, smiling. "That girl seems to love that teddy bear more than her daddy." "Oh don't be silly. She adores you." replied Cecil. Jakob chuckled. "Heh, I hope so! I can tell she's gonna be an amazing little lady in the future."
"Sarge?"
Jakob stopped for a second. A figure was standing before him now. "Sarge?" He slowly raised his head up to see a young Atracan soldier with a bullet hole in his chest. "Sarge...why did you do it?" Jakob's face went pale, as he slowly crawled backwards. He stood, but before he could turn and run, more young men in uniform appeared behind him. "Why did you do it, Sarge?" Jakob, trembling in fear, pulled his revolver and aimed it at the beings around him. But their haunting voices penetrated deep into his mind. "...we just wanted to go home."
"G-GUH..." Jakob suddenly woke up in his room at the lodge. His breathing heavy. He simply rolled out of bed, putting his uniform back on and heading back downstairs to the bar. Once there, he popped open another beer bottle. Maybe it'd help him forget what he just saw.